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Sekirei Wordage.
Ni Balovjed. My Beloved
Dacg Kousei. General swear, or to voice frustration
Facvumja. Respectable term for husband.
Iyorja. Yield.
Eh, corush. Of, course
Iea. You.
Voom. Been
Saueh. Such
U. A
Quemjolhar. Wonderful
"Ampmequm Ryhoheln Jogosgoja."
(Unknown lifeform detected.)
The sound of a robotic female voice calls within a darkened room.
"Akjugot Plynuil Vdosgyboc."
(Updating primary objectives.)
"Akjugo Senkrogo."
(Update complete.)
The hums and sounds of a room full of machines slowly booting up as a room starts to glow with a red light.
"Cgolyryxugyem ym kletuloais."
(Sterilization in progress.)
Giant fans turn on as the entire room is vacuumed out as a whitish mist sprays from the ceiling before oxygenized canisters activate and push fresh oxygen upwards from grates in the floor, flooding the room with fresh air.
"Cgolyryxugyem Senkrogo."
(Sterilization complete.)
"Usgybot klyno evdosgybo, uquupomot nechol kyraul."
(Activating prime objective, awakening mother pillar.)
A large oval capsule like a sphere with a large number one on top starts to glow before the entire room goes dark. An alarm blares with a warning.
"Quulmot! Quulmot!"
(Warning! Warning!)
"Kequol hlen klyunuli jlyubo jokrogoja."
(Power from primary initiative depleted.)
"Loleagot hlen locolbo vuggoli."
(Rerouting from reserve battery.)
The sounds of machines and computers booting back up fills the large room once again, as the entire room lights up in bright white lights from above.
"Uquupomot nechol kyraul."
(Awakening mother pillar.)
"Uquupomot ug 5%."
"15%."
"40%."
"65%."
"85%."
"100%."
With a soft hiss, long cables detach themselves from the oval-shaped capsule as the liquid emits the sounds of being drained from within.
"Ymdosgot nuglyuulseh quych seamgolusgybo crook kokgyjo."
(Injecting matriarch with counteractive sleep peptide.)
A long needle hooked to a mechanical arm slowly descends from the ceiling. It eases onto the side of the capsule and slides into a fitted port. It slowly slides inside the oval shell as the needle embeds into the neck of the still-sleeping occupant.
With a slight squeeze from the machine-like arm, a blue fluid slowly empties from a large reserve hooked to the ceiling as the tenant within lets out a gasp like a hack, sluggishly, behind a large mask fastened to her face. The device removes the needle from her neck as it goes upward to its original position, its job completed.
"Lonebot vlouchot ukkulugac."
(Removing breathing apparatus.)
The large breathing mask detaches from her face as she continues to convulse and hack, trying to breathe in large gulps of air through filtered screens within the capsule.
"Seospot bygur cgugac."
(Checking vital status.)
"Foulg Lugo cgumjulja."
(Heart rate standard.)
"Karco melnur."
(Pulse normal.)
"Meh cytmc eh amhubeluvro ohhosgc hlen remt slietomys hlooxot."
(No signs of ill-adverse effects from deep cryogenic freezing.)
"Meh cytmc eh nomgur el kficysur gluanu hlen remt siletomys hlooxot.
(No signs of mental or physical trauma from deep cryogenic freezing.)
"Fourch cgugac senkrogoja."
(Health status-completed.)
"Ekomot crookot sukcaro."
(Opening sleeping capsule.)
With a hum of the background machines, the capsule lets out a colossal hiss as a white mist slowly leaves through the opening's cracks. An unknown humanoid slowly comes into view.
"Uquupomot senkrogoja."
(Awakening completed.)
"Teeja nelmot, Nechol!"
(Good morning, Mother!)
A pair of reddish-brown eyes gradually open to the shadowy world as a dreamer is finally released from the realm of fantasies. She was a wanderer from the stars, concealed on a planet entirely unfamiliar to her.
While her eyes start to adjust and focus, a person's unfamiliar silhouette stands not far from her. She tries to direct her attention to him. His mouth moves to speak with her, but she is helpless and cannot understand the words or dialect that came from his lips.
Nor could she recognize anything else about the individual outside of his kind eyes and warm aura. It is the simple smile upon his lips that causes her to grasp for his open palm. An uncontrollable urge coerces her to bring that ever-intensifying star into her embrace, to drive away from the darkness that had been a part of her world.
Shaking her head a little to break herself from her impromptu trance, Miya peers out the kitchen window into the woods with a small cup of tea in hand. She takes a swig from the cup and the warm liquid filters throughout her core. Her mind once again sorts through her insights and feelings of what reflected before her eyes.
The latest account that came to her was one that didn't overwhelm her with bloodshed or gore, nor the cursing of men and women.
It was her awakening by a young man who would become her Ashikabi down the line, after pursuing her heart with that rock-hard stubbornness she has grown to love. He never gave up on her despite her mean, heated words and actions, even though she did regret saying specific things on that spur of the moment.
Placing the artless white porcelain cup onto the counter, she starts to transfer a few plates from a dish rack into the nearby cupboard filled with other containers and cups.
To some, it would be mere housework.
It was a piece of normalcy that had become the framework of her newly developed life to her. To wake up, shower, start prepping and eventually serve breakfast. To wash and clean the dishes and start laundry, providing lunch after Naruto came in from midday training. To prepare dinner, spend time with her husband during the evenings, and maybe some husband and wife participation when her emotions and recollections weren't trying to cock-block her at random.
Even with the good and bad that had come into their lives, it was a world in which she truly felt at peace. There was no fighting outside of the typical disagreement between mates on the dumbest of things. Nor were there alien invaders coming out of nowhere to cause devastation and mayhem.
It was a tranquil life that she had only seen others experience. It was in sharp contrast to being forced to remain knee-deep in conflicts against the universe's fascination with total subjugation and servitude toward her species. A drastic difference from the years of military etiquette that were tightly wired within her psyche. She could sleep as much as she wanted and do whatever she wanted without being compelled to look over her shoulder.
She was Miya Uzumaki, a well-deserved right that she persevered to obtain after all the wars had ended, with her wordlessly exiting the stage when it was all over. To put on the apron and embrace marital duties after carrying the sharpened blade since her adolescent days.
Breakfast was its usual jovial affair, where everyone could talk about who was on his or her mind, plans for the day, and the eventful trip back to the lands of Naruto's birth. It still left her with many reservations, many of which she voiced, some of which she kept to herself. She knew how the military structure worked. Even though the concept of hidden villages would appear primeval to someone from a highly advanced race, it still ran on checks and balances and a chain of command.
While Jiraiya always tried to tell her stories and sing the village's blessings, she only had to look to her husband to know the unvarnished truth. It was no different from any other government that used someone, even someone as kind-hearted as the whiskered blond. It took several years for him to let her into his innermost world. The walls he built up weren't easy to climb, and because of the mask he wore on his face to shield his emotions, it took a lot of time for him to be realistic with himself.
This is why she felt so drawn to him at first; they lived in a system where everyone demanded something from them, regardless of lineage or rank. Because of their overwhelming power, everyone wanted to direct and point, and they followed and served without question.
Every day, Naruto was getting stronger, to the point that only a select few could withstand those sparring sessions without the risk of death. Even the hentai writing toad sage couldn't keep up anymore and even came close to dying a couple of times when the blond Shinobi would go past the third-tailed state.
Looking over at the dish rack once again, she could see it bare of anything else to put away. With her task done, the violet-haired woman directed her gaze back to the window. They had only a couple of days of this simple life until they had to go back and bump elbows with people who had done little to nothing in her husband's time of need.
A foreboding feeling flowed throughout her body. The same village treated him with such scorn and ridicule; it was only a matter of time before everyone would be trying to win her favor or manipulate them against each other once the news of their marriage was made public.
That was the way any leading body worked—if you got a crick in the armor, someone would be willing to expose it to the fullest.
You have to be willing to trust me more. We're strong together as a family when you aren't pushing me away... Shizuka's words reverberated from within.
(Sighs) "I'm truly a rational mess, huh..." she said to no one in particular.
(Loud Echoing Booms)
"You're not thinking. Running heedlessly into my attacks isn't going to disperse it! Remember the steps; some techniques need to be avoided or led away. When you get an opening, that's when you charge forward!" A distinct female voice rang out with guidance.
Blood trickled from his forehead and mouth as an overwhelming sensation ensnared his senses like he was steadily losing the strength to move. His ears were ringing, and a painful twinge ran through his entire body. It almost appeared like he was in a daze and could hardly breathe now; all that remained was a dizzying and aching throb that was muddling his thoughts.
Wiping some dirt and grime and bits of blood from his face with his orange and black jacket sleeve, Naruto swiftly stood up from his kneeling position before once again rushing forward.
He brought his hands up in a cross-shaped sign to call upon more shadow clones.
Training with number 2 wasn't easy. Much like Miya, she pushed him in battle like no one ever had. Each session broke him down and built him up in a way that would've already killed a lesser man because of the unrelenting pace.
The wind howled audibly around them as the silver-haired wagtail brought her left hand up and formed a sphere from the maroon-colored energy that gathered in her palm; she quickly pointed it in the direction of her opponent in front of her. The globe grew to the size of a beachball as she let it loose, flying straight at Naruto before it decompressed within itself as multiple baseball-sized spheres flew even faster at their designated target.
"Shit!" Naruto cursed under his breath as he started to move to the left or right, doing his best to evade the barrage of death. As he took a big jump backward and a quick charge of chakra, a massive puff of smoke developed all around him as more shadow clones appeared upon the battered tree-covered training ground.
With another battle cry upon their lips, they once again tried to speed forward in large numbers.
"This again? Dacg Kousei! You're allowing yourself to fall back into old habits! You can't always expect to outmuscle someone in a fight, particularly someone who can match you in the same areas of power. I know Miya, and I have tutored you better!"
Gathering her energy around her body until it encases her completely, she emits a howl of exertion as an echoing shockwave deafens the area, sending an oscillation of power all around, dispelling Naruto's shadow clones in a massive puff of smoke. The force of the blow slams into him like a runaway freight train that causes the said nin to slide to his knees as if he has taken a massive hit to the gut.
Once again, today's training showed him that he needed them just as much as they needed him. He tries to stand but falls to his knees once more with labored breaths as he braces himself with his hands. He knows he has reached his limit.
"Iyorja?" The single word is uttered as a heated orb hum at her outstretched fingertips. She awaits his answer as the maroon ball starts to take on a more crimson color.
Breathing gradually and emitting a sigh, Naruto says, "Yes ... I give up." He is already exhausted from another session of striving to do everything by himself and not allowing his Sekirei to support him in battle. If only he can get his own head out of his rear end and accept help from his precious people!
Before he can say another word, a pair of hands wrap around his waist and hoist him up onto his feet. For someone who mainly uses medical healing, Shizuka must be moderately strong to pick him up with such ease. "Don't worry, love; I'll take away your pain," number 8 states in a soothing tone while using a great deal of her own invigorating power to bathe Naruto's entire body in a rich golden glow, keeping her arms interlocked around his waist to maintain his stance.
It always feels comforting but weird, like being wrapped in the most luxurious of blankets. Yet, his body always gave the impression that it wasn't sure what was going on.
"You been distracted lately, Facvumja. That wasn't you out there; that was a man whose mind was elsewhere. We will conclude practice for today, and I'll turn things over to number 21," the silverette said in a smooth yet somewhat lecturing tone. "You can talk to us about anything, Naruto. Although I have a soul link to you, it isn't going to tell me what's on your mind. You have to be willing to meet us in the middle when things bother you," she said, as her cherry-red eyes softened as she touched the side of Naruto's face gently.
"I know," he mumbled before directing his gaze away from her. "It's ... not easy to voice what's on my mind." The previous night's events played continuously in his mind. He had thought it would be just like everything else he'd experienced in life; that stubbornness and determination would get him through it. As the day went on, he thought more and more about it. His own insecurity continued to prod him more and more, and he felt like he was being jabbed with a sharpened stick.
She didn't need him to go into painstaking detail, as she already had a good idea who or what was on his mind.
"Have you been sleeping well, Facvumja?"
No response.
"Is it number one?"
Again, no response.
Sighing a little before embracing her mate, she honestly wished that everything she felt through the bond was a surprise. While she had her own problems and concerns, she never expected Miya's innermost struggles to emerge this swiftly, with them slowly overwhelming the spouse. If only her stubborn friend would open up more, she and the rest of the flock could help empower her emotions; it was becoming difficult for them to keep those disturbances in balance without having it all land solely on Naruto's shoulders.
There was only so much one man could do without any support...
Bringing his focus back onto her, the blond allowed his eyes to linger upon her frame. The idea of getting your rear handed to you by someone who likes to dress like some housemaid.
It always felt like some unspoken irony, considering he preferred to dress in a black and orange tracksuit. And everyone constantly said that no one would take him seriously; they never had the chance of having the tar beaten out of them by someone who should be more worried about making their bed and washing their clothes.
In his eyes, she was a beautiful woman, looking to be in her mid-20s to early 30s with back-length silver hair interwoven together into a French braid, which featured long plaits on each side of her face with small blue bows at the ends. Standing at 5'8" with her being one of his taller Sekirei, she could be strict at times, although a very sympathetic person.
Wearing a black shirt with golden caramel accents at the edges of the shirt and spread horizontally near the bottom, two light golden trims went down the shirt; across her large bust with the shirt splits slightly above her stomach, exposing her midriff. Around her neck and shoulders was a long, cyan scarf that reached her hips in length. She wore blue shinobi-style pants and a pair of light blue color shinobi sandals that complemented her outfit.
Kana was the name he gave her for her incredible power and authority. She was the one that sustained the group when Miya wasn't able to manage things properly, with her being a well-seasoned woman and Sekirei who could pick up the slack when needed.
You can only keep going for so long, pretending nothing is wrong until you can't anymore... His personal feelings whispered of his lingering self-doubts of being a reliable enough partner to them.
"Am I a good Ashikabi...?" He asks softly as his idiom's worry causes both wagtails to give each other a look of surprise before disbelief settles in. They could feel his ambivalence, like to a noose that was laying in wait, desiring to constrict his heart.
"Ni Balovjed, why would you say such a thing?" Shizuka asked, with surprise rising in her tone while giving her mate the most sympathetic of hugs. "Eh corush, iea Voom saueh u quemjolhar Facvumja!" more of her native dialect leaked through with her enthusiasm in trying to comfort her mate.
"She's right, you know..." Kana added. "We're not asking you to be absolute, nor be the one that will have the answer to everything that bothers us with a snap of your fingers. All we asked from the very beginning is for you to love us. And allow us to be able to aid you when you start feeling overwhelmed." She ruffled his sunkissed locks with affection before speaking once more. "We're a team, right?"
With the bond between them vibrating with reinvigorated passion, the Jinchuriki smiles once more before saying with his usual warmth returning. "Yeah, we're a team!"
(Sounds of a wooden door opening)
"Lady Tsunade!" The voice of her longtime assistant and adopted niece called out to her while walking into the main office.
"Yes, Shizune?" The blond grunted in return.
"Wanted to let you know that your twelve o'clock is here."
Giving her a short nod, Tsunade replied with the professionalism of her station. "Send them in, Shizune. Is Kakashi also on time this time?"
The small giggle from her assistant was all she needed to know that the copy-nin still received her message loud and clear.
"After you ransacked his house and burned every single book that was a part of Icha Icha paradise the last time he was late. Kakashi showed up 3 hours early!"
Turning heel, Shizune beckoned the awaiting Jounins in as she closed the double doors behind her.
Awaiting for all of them to stand at attention in front of her desk, Tsunade leaned back in her wooden chair as the low murmurs of those she told to come in filling the room. Amidst the voices of the nins slowly coming to a pause, you could hear a pin drop with the way they waited for whatever instructions she would give.
"Alright, I want to say first that I thank each one of you for being on time." Her tone was professional, though sometimes she would slightly shift her attention to the mask-wearing Scarecrow with a smirk on her face.
She was still very much amused how he stood up even straighter.
A slight snicker was shared among the Jounin of those that witnessed Tsunade's week of discipline. Many felt Kakashi's fault for always being late with those lame excuses; the copy-nin was lucky that the third was a lover of the same series he enjoyed reading every day.
"Moving forward, I wish to inform you in the next couple of days. Our resident knucklehead will finally be returning to the village after 8 years out in the world."
A slight murmur was shared between the high-ranking nins before one of them spoke up.
"The brat will finally return?" Anko Mitarashi remarks in general surprise.
"Well, it took a little bit longer than what we thought was needed. With Naruto coming back, I'll finally get a good laugh at what the trickster may cook up over the years." Asuma spoke in a more jovial tone while fiddling with an unlit cigarette.
While Kakashi and Kurenai remained silent, the grey-haired man's expression softened with him going into an eye smile and almost beaming at the thought of teaching his young charge again.
"As you know, the Chunin exams are coming up in a few months, and Jiraiya has already told me that Naruto wishes to be part of it, so he isn't the last of his class without the vest," she says while shuffling a few forms. "At the moment, you four are the only ones that no longer have a team to look over, with all your students promoted to Chunin," with her placing her hands together and laying her chin on her knuckles. "This is why I'm asking which one of you wants to take the position as his Jounin Instructor."
There was a shared look between those standing at attention before Kakashi stepped forward.
"Permission to speak, Lady Tsunade?"
She nodded.
"I, Kakashi Hatake, wish to retake the position as his sensei for the upcoming exams."
A look of sympathy crossed the face of the big-chested Hokage before saying, "I'm sorry to say this, Kakashi, but Naruto has instructed that unless you and he talk, he won't accept you as his teacher. Let me stress this very carefully; he knows everything about the secrets that have been hidden from him."
His eye widened in shock.
"You mean...," The Scarecrow began to say.
"Mhm," the elder Hokage said with a nod.
"Jiraiya put himself through the wringer and allowed Naruto to release and unleash his anger until they patched things up and became even closer." She took a breath before continuing, "He now knows that you knew who he was and resents the fact you didn't have the guts to say anything either about his parentage. From what I understand, no one could say anything about the nine tail fox; Sarutobi didn't say anything about anyone not being able to speak about his parents."
The copy-nin continued to look quite surprised before a look of understanding crossed his face with the way his shoulders sagged a little.
"He doesn't hate you, Kakashi, but he isn't quite ready yet to accept you into his circle fully. You have to show that you didn't intently hide things on purpose with the ill-intentions of not wanting to train him. He hasn't forgotten about your stupid excuses during his first Chuinin exam, trying to push him onto another teacher; he felt like he wasn't worth it in your eyes." Her eyes narrowed a little. "And don't get me started on Sakura..."
The one-eyed nin took a step back into line with the others, his mind already trying to put everything together.
He thought of Sasuke's defection, of Naruto and Sakura being overlooked for that false hope of saving the avenger from the dark path he was treading. He remembered his idiocy, feeling that Sasuke would have been the only one on the team to earn that promotion. Hell, the only reason he even gave them those papers was the expectation of the exams bringing his team together, not to split them further apart afterward.
It was a failure on his part, and he still carried the weight of that decision.
In the end, he was happy that two members of Konoha's sannin could train his students. The reports he got of their progress showed that he did play some part in them not improving that much beyond teamwork exercises.
Standing around reading porn and giving little comments every once and a while didn't instill into them that he had a lot of faith in them. They had to contend with each other just for his attention, and that would drive a wedge between them more than him being an honest teacher from the start. Maybe if he didn't act like a nin babysitter, he could have reached the Uchiha and prevented him from running away, or at least not feel ashamed about how badly he dropped the ball on Sakura's growth as a Shinobi.
It wasn't until Tsunade and Jiraiya were willing to step forward and break the mold of his former students that their real potential shined through. Both made giant leaps forward without him holding them back as he had.
'Lady Tsunade is right; I need to talk with Naruto sometime in the future. I, too, hid things from him that I could have used to motivate him better. Not as a ninja, but as a man as well...' The copy-nin thought bitterly to himself, trying to steel his resolve.
After a moment passed with none of the Jounins saying anything, Anko made herself known in the way she always did, by making fun of her comrades' misfortune.
"Seeing how you kicked Kakashi in the balls with that rejection to the point he may cry—" the singsong tone of amusement from the resident snake charmer caused said nin to glare at her. "What has the brat learned during his travels?" Anko inquired about the young man.
"The report states that the kid is a natural trap master, with the way he can make and create sortments of things that could main or knock someone out. He also has an extreme affinity for wind, with lightning being a secondary affinity. Outside of getting his martial arts cleaned up, the brat is a solid fighter to contest with."
A thoughtful look came upon the bearded wind master, with him asking with his relaxed tone, "He learned to harness and use the wind?"
"He has mastered the Rasengan, a jutsu made by the fourth, to the point he has created a wind variation of it. Jiraiya has said that you do not want to be hit by it unless you want to be torn apart to the point of being placed inside a cigarette pack." Tsunade stated as a matter of fact.
A shudder went down the spine of the apish man.
"How about genjutsu?" The red-eyed illusionist asked.
"Sadly, outside of being able to dispel and cast very low-rank ones, the higher degree of genjutsu is out of his grasp, with how thick his chakra is. It doesn't mean he doesn't have an appreciation for those who can use it better than he can."
Letting out a little "hmm" with her tapping her chin in thought with a more thoughtful expression, Anko stepped forward.
"Then I ask to be his Instructor outside of not having the same affinity. He's pretty close to a lot of things I could teach him. While I'm not a powerhouse like Kakashi or Asuma, I feel that I could give him a good crash course on other means of survival than just outright fighting someone head-on. At the same time, I loathe showing anyone that 'Man' has taught me. I can't deny he was not a good preceptor at what he did, surviving."
The snake mistress pointed her thumb at her raven-haired friend.
"If you allow me to be his Sensei, then I also wish to ask Kurenai to join me as an assistant tutor for his first exam. Jinchuriki tends to have a weakness in genjutsu that I know he would need to polish up. I doubt at the moment; he needs any more power moves to his selection."
Looking at the brutish man who fiddled with his lighter, Tsunade took a breath and asked, "Any objections, Asuma?"
"If Kurenai is asked to be teaching, then I will be on diaper changing duty for the foreseeable future."
Anko could only grin to herself at memories of the times she had seen Asuma still having trouble with changing a single diaper. He could protect Diaymos and merchants and fight rogue nins. But having him try to change the dirty diaper of his little girl always meant he would be covered in powder and other things.
Kurenai wanted to keep her features schooled as the memories of Asuma would just be worn out by Mirai, making it challenging to keep a straight face. She tried to suppress the same amused grin from overtaking her schooled features; her professionalism soon crumbled, and she looked his way and smiled.
"Very well, I put Naruto Uzumaki into your capable hands," Tsunade said while stamping a few forms and signing a few more pieces of paper.
"A new team seven under the guidance of Anko Mitarashi, with Kurenai Yuhi taking on an assistive role. You both will get his complete report later today after the old perv files everything on paper." Sliding her chair back, the blonde Hokage stood up from her chair, placing both her hands on her desk. "This meeting is adjourned; oh, Kakashi, I want you to stay behind. There is something I need to say to you in private."
The gray-hair-defying man gave her a slight nod, then stood at attention as everyone else filed out through the double wooden doors. The 5th Hokage made her way over to him after grabbing a thick binder sitting on her desk.
"I know that you are feeling a lot of regret and even guilt on how you handled things during your tenure as team seven's leader. Which is why you will be Naruto's opponent when he comes back." Her eyes softened before she continued to speak. "If you genuinely want to set things right for you both. Then don't disappoint him showing up as a whole bag of angst. He would want to fight Kakashi Hatake, not Kakashi who was wallowing in his distress and pity."
She handed him the thick binder, which Kakashi took with a confused stare.
"If you need any motivation, then look through this. Naruto grew up a lot from being away from us all these years. If Jiraiya can set things right, then I know you can too."
After a slight squeeze on his shoulder, Tsunade made her way to the doorway, leaving the older man to his thoughts.
Sitting within the confines of a dimly darkened office, elder shinobi counselor, ex-teammate to the Sandaime Hokage, and current leader to the very mysterious ANBU group called Root. Danzo Shimura, a die-hard patriot that firmly believes in Konoha's, dominates overall.
As he shifts a little in his oaken chair, he re-listens to the conversations between the Godaime and her old teammate Jiraiya through a recorder and headset; thoughts and plans for their villages superweapon come to the forefront of his mind. For him to discover that a weak link to get him into Root to be adequately trained has finally arrived.
"So, our Jinchuriki has espoused and settled down, has he?"
(Sounds of paper being shuffled)
"I can use this... If his partner is just a humble priestess, I won't run into any problems getting my hands on her." The corner of his lips twitches slightly upwards. "Looks like I'll finally get our weapon on track with his true role to Konohagakure."
(Sounds of a pen on paper)
"Hm, looks like you didn't foresee everything, Hiruzen. Once I properly break him of all your foolishness and show him what it truly means to be a shinobi, Konoha will finally take its first big step towards greatness."
Taking his cane, he thumped it onto the wooden floor as two Root nins quickly appeared in a kneeling position in front of his desk, awaiting orders.
"Scribe, Validate, I need you both to journey to the land of birds. We might have an outsider trying to infiltrate our tree, and I want her investigated. Leave no stone unturned; I want every single shred of information, documents, anything you can find."
Both nins spoke at once in the monotone that was void of all sensation.
"Description?"
"I have nothing to go on right now other than the name Miya, and she tends to dress up as a priestess from the temple of fire."
"Rules of engagement?"
"Do what is needed, put on your human personas, and blend in. Leave no traces of Konohagakure having any part in anything."
"Retrieve?"
"Until I can get something concrete, the Jinchuriki and his spouse are off-limits. Keep within the shadows and watch."
"It will be done..."
With a body flicker, both nins disappeared as Danzo leaned into his desk. While his outer appearance remained unreadable in nature, the feeling of beating the Sandaime, the "god of shinobi," at his own game made him feel a lot chipper than usual.
"It seems our little game is nearing its end, Hiruzen. In the end, you died a fool's death and gave me the keys to the kingdom. Now, I just have to make the final moves, and I can finally step out of the shadows." A slight, subtle grin formed on his wrinkled face, a strange glint in his eye. "This time, Sandaime, you lose."
AND CUT!
I wish to thank those that been sending a lot of support when it comes to my stories. I know I'm more likely a very frustrating writer because of my lack of an updated schedule for those who still follow my work. I want to try updating more, although my personal life dictates a lot of my free time, working 60+ hours a week. Despite all this Covid stuff, I have been steady working within the state or out of state for months, leaving very little time to think or write.
This chapter introduces Sekirei number 2, and I figure people will know who it is once they put things together. I know some might be a bit put off to use OC's but this Idea I'm going with feels like a perfect way to use them as I wanted the story itself to stand out without having to stuff in Minaka and MBI into a world that he wouldn't survive. The Canon Sekirei are very much alive and cared for by an older generation of Sekirei that will teach all of them what it is to be a wagtail and the dangers of a hostile world. Along with Naruto, who's going to be taking up a fatherly role to many of them.
To those that guessed right with Sekirei number 8, It was Shizuka from HoTD. I'll be slowly showing more interesting choices of who I think would make a good Sekirei over time.